The life of a Christian is nothing but a perpetual struggle against self; there is no flowering of the soul to the beauty of its perfection except at the price of pain.

It would be easier for the world to survive without the sun than to do so without the Holy Mass.

Time spent in honor of God for the salvation of souls is never badly spent.

The Mother of Sorrows is my confidante, my teacher, my counselor, and my powerful advocate.

If the soul would know the merit which one acquires in temptations suffered in patience and conquered, it would be tempted to say: "Lord, send me temptations."

Prayer is the oxygen of the soul.

Peace is the simplicity of heart, serenity of mind, tranquility of soul, the bond of love.